Author: Zi Ming Qingcheng City
Grab a cool hand from the pond.
Bring a mellow fragrance from the orchard
Autumn has come, singing golden songs.
Come to the city, come to the village.
There is no pride in spring breeze.
There is no sadness.
There is no enthusiasm like the scorching sun.
Not as cold as frost and snow.
You sing about the hardships and bitterness of a long journey.
But there is no disappointment and sadness.
You sing the joy and satisfaction of autumn harvest
But there is no conceit and arrogance.
Ah, facing the yellow flowers everywhere
Gui Xiang is full of gardens and autumn wind.
I want to sing with you.
autumn
Author: bamboo to see the moon
The sigh of maple leaf
In the embrace of two rains
The deeper you get into it.
late night
The Millennium hangs in my arms.
Quietly coming
Wood carving on the cliff
Hidden under the remnants of midsummer
Kiss the waves goodbye
Wild geese fly by.
There is one lying in front of the door.
Be cut off by years
A dry river
The fragrance of pine flowers in September
Get married by an old wooden window in my hometown
Autumn is coming.
Author: bamboo to see the moon
The leaves turn yellow, and autumn is coming.
As I get older, my dreams get cold.
Where are you? I am here
The wind cried and the string broke.
The moon is curved and the water is trickling.
White autumn frost, blue songs.
Dry at night, flowers bloom for half a night.
Where the heart goes, people go.
autumn
Author: Sang Yu
I've always liked autumn,
I like its gentleness,
I like its serenity and delicacy.
The autumn wind rises and the river ripples.
Yellow leaves, swaying one by one.
Autumn rain,
Colorful umbrellas make up a flowing ink painting.
The fields in the countryside are spectacular.
Pieces of corn stalks are dancing with long sleeves in the wind.
Celebrate this year's harvest.
Red apples are waiting on the branches,
The aunt who picked the fruit looked at the huge apple and smiled.
"This autumn, you are here! 》
Author: Haruko Wisteria
Maybe this is the climax of autumn.
Maple leaves are also red and lonely.
Set off the mountains with the warmest colors.
Walking on the ferry in winter
I am like a leaf in autumn.
The night frost is wet, whipping my persistence.
White fog dyed me green.
The years are chaotic, and the latitude and longitude are late autumn.
Amber asked the pony to go straight to the valley with a glass of liquor on all fours.
Full of red flags.
With the autumn wind vane swaying.
Clear water in the shade of wild flowers
Wash the floating bath of the world.
You came this autumn.
The amorous feelings of a mountain make you hug.
A hawthorn tree is hungry for food.
The sour time is reflected in tears.
A sparrow pecked the pomegranate.
Half of the red will be crystal clear, exposing the whole sky.
I put on that lace skirt.
Dancing with you in the eyes, drowning out the autumn sound